What would you like for Christmas?

A new polarity?

You're binary and desperate

To deal in high figures that lick us

With a hotter flame.

Look - each and every one the same.



In March the mad scientist

Brings a new change

In ever-dancing colors.



He rings it here and he rings it,

But no one stops to see

The change of fate and the fate of change

That slips into his pocket,

So he locks it

All away from view

And shares not what he thought he knew.



And April is summer-bound,

And February's blue.

And no one stops to see the colors.